In the middle of the night I climbed into bed with Etienne. I gently rubbed his arm, feather-like touch. During the daytime, he resists this but will occasionally rub my arms. I prayed for him and listened to him breathing slowly and evenly. After a few minutes I got back out of bed and as I was walking out of the room he whispered, "Thank you mom."
He is going to start sleeping with me again.